Habit has a kind of poetry
Beauvoir writes [that] a habit that is ‘thoroughly integrated’ into someone’s life 'makes it richer, for habit has a kind of poetry.’ […] The poetry of habit is a kind of corporeal mindfulness. [Beauvoir] suggests that the habitual participation in certain rituals can allow for the repetition of a meaningful event whereby 'the present moment is the past brought to life again, the future anticipated, [both] experienced together.’ [For example], the habitual aspect of drinking tea each day at the same time, allows for a connection to the past [and] opens up a future that is not defined by projects and goals but simply by the continued possibility of a joy […].
Happiness consists in frequent repetition of pleasure.
I wish you endless dreams and the furious desire to make some of them come true.
I wish you to love what you need to love and forget what you need to forget.
I wish you passions, I wish you silences. I wish you bird songs on waking up and children's laughter.
I wish you to respect the differences of others, because the merit and value of each one is often to be discovered. I wish you to resist the bogging down, the indifference and the negative virtues of our times.
Finally, I wish you never to give up research, adventure, life, love, because life is a magnificent adventure and no reasonable person should give it up without fighting a hard battle.
Above all, I wish you to be you, proud and happy, because happiness is our true destiny.
- 1968 -
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Monotony collapses time; novelty unfolds it.